The other day, I worked at home and was watching the USA match when I had to take an emergency conference call. It happened immediately after I had a big temper tantrum about the recalled goal, complete with shouting and screaming and superfluous drama.
I went upstairs and watched on mute while listening to the emergency conference call.
This call consisted of an initial 45 minutes of talking about potential problems that we might have someday but cannot control at all right now. We talked about all the potential responses we might have to the imaginary and potential problem. Then we talked about the problem again.
Then we talked about other problems that might happen and what we might do about those.
Then we spent 450,000 minutes talking about whether slide 3 should really be slide 4 or not.
In the meantime, I was IMing with my husband who was also on a conference call, discussing the importance of recipes in banner advertising.
Also in the meantime, roughly 65 minutes of soccer was played. And there was a halftime. And I had a sore throat from muffling my screaming. I also had beaten my pillow to a pulp. But as any good corporate stooge will tell you, you cannot scream at the TV when you are supposed to be on the phone, talking about whether we should go after that low hanging fruit or maximize our ROI.
So the goal was scored. And much like my TV, I was mute.
Luckily, tears aren't loud.
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